A Sudden Change Of Heart(MG FF)-Link to 2nd Thread - Page 57

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CHAPTER-16

The woman smiled happily at the choice of Geet's words. Perfect. Just perfect. Savitri Devi thought.

" Khurana kya bola aapne?" she said slyly, looking at Geet.

Geet lifted her head from her cell and said nonchalantly, " Oh! Woh.. actually, that's where I was heading. Lekin, my very efficent secretary just told me that Mk has shifted the meeting to my office."

Savitri Devi held her breath, as she asked the next most important question. " Mk?"

" Maan Khurana. Actually, Maan Singh Khurana. The person I have signed a contract with." She finished, fluttering her eyelashes slightly, and the elderly woman didn't miss the slight pink color of Geet's cheek as she said out the full name for what seemed like after ages.

" Oh! The time piece you mean?" she laughed slightly, shaking her head.

" Yeah!" she laughed too, and found herself take a strange liking to the woman.

She left politely, after requesting her once more to send the repairing bills to her, and drove off to face Maan Singh Khurana's wrath. What she didn't know, was that, she had given Savitri Devi a mission. A reason to live for a few more years.

" Maan Singh Khurana. Nam lene mein itna sharma rahithi' that's a good sign." She smirked, and got into the car, driving off.

*****

" I'm sorry, I'm late!" she sat down in her chair beside him, and let out a deep breath.

" Kisiki gaari thok ne mein busy thi kya, Ms. Handa? But, don't worry, we feel extremely honoured that you thought of joining us." Maan sneered. Apparently, last night's conversation with Geet had left a sour taste in his mouth. But, what he didn't know was, that Geet was in no better mood than his own.

" Ha. I just wish it was your car." She said in a low voice, only for him to hear.

" Jaise tumne kabhi mere car ko koi nuksaan nahin pohchaya hain. That mark on my dashboard is still there. I don't think it will ever come off." He spoke looking into her eyes, and leaning closer to her, so that no one else heard his words.

Geet waited for the pain to strike her, since Maan had again talked of the most memorable night of her life, but to her surprise, the only thing which striked her, was the need to answer him back. At that moment, she thought shocked; she was least concerned about anything or anyone else, except Maan.

" I'm so glad. Atleast, aapki gaari ko yeh yaad toh rahegi, ke Geet Handa kabhi charhi thi uss mein." She said, between her teeth, and slammed the file on the table loudly.

Maan glared at her, and made a mental note to give it back to her when he could. However, he couldn't help notice the slightly swollen eyes of Geet, indicating that she had probably spent the better part of the night in tears. He immediately felt that tenderness, and wanted to ask her again and share her problems.

No Maan. You can't do that. She doesn't trust you enough. You have to earn her trust first. But, why do I want to do that so desperately? Why do I want her to trust me?

As the meeting neared to an end, Maan got up in a daze, and walked towards Geet, who was signing some papers for Pinky at the extreme end of the conference room. He stood there, waiting for her to complete her work, and as Pinky left, leaving them alone in the room, he decided to talk.

" Uuhh' Geet." He said slightly, but was immediately interrupted by her," Dekhiye, main iss waqt aur behes karna nahin chahti Mk. Waise bhi, subha se kuch na kuch galat ho raha hain mere saath. Mujhe jaana hain." She tried to leave, when Maan held her hand from behind.

She stiffened immediately, as she felt his touch on her hand. He slowly pulled her back, and closed the door behind her. Bringing his face close to hers, he spoke in a low voice," Geet, main janta hoon, ke you're upset about something. And, I don't want to know what it is. Lekin, I just want to tell you, ke if you ever feel that you want to talk to someone, then I will hear you. I promise."

He let go of her hands, but still held her gaze in his smouldering one. Geet felt herself getting drawn more strongly than ever into those black pools, which showed immense concern and genuine worry. She stared at him, as if seeing him for the first time, and standing there, in the conference room, their bodies close and their minds closer to each other, Geet realised the biggest thing of her life.

She had never felt something like this before. Not with her parents. Not with her friends. And not with anyone who was even remotely part of her life. And, most importantly, not with Dev. Her forehead crinkled slightly, as she remembered the name. Dev.

Yes, Geet. You were supposed to feel this with Dev. But you never did. All you felt with him was a soothing warmth. Mk sets you on fire. With Mk, everytime you sit near him, stand near him, talk to him, look at him, see him, you feel something in every nerve and neuron of your body. What is happening? Why is he giving rise to desires, and dreams and hopes which you never know you were capable of? Dev never did that. You're nervous to meet Mk, you're excited to meet him. You're nervous and excited all at the same time when you're near him. You can't see him in pain, you want to protect him, you want to help him. Why didn't you want to do any of these things with Dev? Why were you always so confident around him? You never had speech disorder in front of Dev. Yet, you mess up simple words and sentences in front of Maan. Why do you like him touching you? Why can you forgive him after all the harsh words he had said to you? Why? What the hell is happening to you, Geet Handa?

" Geet! Geet!" He shook her arms slightly, trying to bring her back to her senses, as she continued gazing into his eyes.

Geet became aware of her name being called out several times, and slowly, painfully she realised that Maan was still holding her. She shook her head quickly, and muttering," I need to go." ran out of the cabin as fast as her legs could carry her, leaving behind a bewildered Maan.

*****

He wiped the final beads of sweat off, engaging into more thoughts of Geet. Yes, she was the main one in his dreams and mind these days. It had been three days since Geet had run out of the conference room, and he hadnt talked to her since. He still couldn't figure out why Geet ran away like that. There was something else he couldn't figure out. Her eyes, which had a glint of pure devotion and recognition. She had stared at him, as if seeing something new in him. He had wanted to kiss her at that moment. And, he wasn't ashamed to have these thoughts.

Maan lay back on bed, wearing only his trackpants, and thought of Geet carefully. Smart, stylish, fashionable, loud, fun, cheerful, complicated, intelligent, and shy, too. Geet was a blend of beauty and brains, he smiled as he recalled her images. He had spent the last few years of his life, thinking that women were not worth anything and that, no woman will ever be able to make his heart beat, or equal him in his acumen. But, since he had signed the contract with Emporium Constructions, he had been proved wrong. Geet was the best in business, and could equal him in every possible way. Except, ofcourse, he thought, she was a woman. And a very beautiful one. But, she was also kind and caring. The way she had helped him, the way she tried to always keep him away from trouble, her concern for him, was something that even a blind man could see. Geet had some disappointments in life, he knew. And those gave her a lot of pain. But, Maan wanted to heal them. With something of his own. He didn't know what. Maybe, support, or time, or patience, or, the one word he dreaded the most these days- LOVE.

Was he falling in love with Geet? Or has he already fallen in love with Geet? How do you fall in love? Yeah, I mean, sure, Geet and I make a great team. But, LOVE? Do I love her? I don't want to hurt her, I feel bad when I'm rude to her. I miss her when she is not around; I want to do everything I can for her. Is that Love? How do I know whether these feelings are real or not? And, most of the times, feelings cost a lot. Having them causes a lot of problems. I am already losing my eficiency in work, without having Geet around. Maybe, I should get a grip on myself. But I can't forget the look on Geet's face and eyes when she ran away from me. Geet mujhe pagal kar rahi hain. She is slowly making me a part of her charm. And I am not being able to resist it. Maan thought intently. Maybe, Maan, you don't want to resist it.

*****

The blazing sun came on her head, and she quickly put her chiffon dupatta lightly over her head, in an attempt to block out the intensity of the light. She didn't want a headache, especially when her nerves were already in havoc. Geet stood beside Romeo on the site, supervising the work for the fourth day in a row. She had deliberately avoided all sorts of office and paper work for the last three days, since she had ran out of the conference room. Geet had tried to find an explanation of her behaviour, and answers to her millions of questions for the last 72 hours, but without any success. So, the only thing she considered safe was to stay away from Maan, before she found out her priorites.

However, Geet felt herself stiffen, as the screeching sound of tires came to her ears. She closed her eyes, praying to her beloved Babaji, that it was not what she was thinking, but, alas, Babaji had heard enough of her requests for the last three days, and kept Maan away from the site. But, nothing could stop Maan Singh Khurana today.

Geet felt Romeo leave her side, and walk away. She took a deep breath, and turned around, only to see him emerging from his car. Dressed in his usual office wear, but Geet still felt her breath hitch, and the sheer force almost caused her to gasp. She was seeing him after 3 whole days, and the butterflies in her stomach refused to stop flying. She saw him take off his sunglasses, and walk towards her, holding her gaze, oblivious to all other people around him.

Maan felt a splendid sensation deep down himself, as he saw Geet after 3 whole days. His feet walked towards her on an own accord and he couldn't stop looking into her eyes. He saw her stare back at him, dressed in the simple salwar kameez, the duppatta lightly adorned on her head, and the pencil held between two dainty fingers. Maan also heard Romeo talk about something, but, all his senses were just for Geet.

Geet took a deep breath, as Maan reached her finally, and stood beside her, their arms almost brushing against each other. She almost jumped, trying to avoid his touch, but he moved closer, making it impossible for her to increase distance. Geet looked at him, from the corner of her eyes, and saw him take in the construction in front of them carefully. She saw her chance and started walking away, when he held her hand, and pulled her closer.

Looking straight ahead of him, he said, smirking slightly, " 3 din ke baad milo ho mujhe, Geet. Don't leave me so soon."

Geet felt numerous fireworks explode in every part of her body as Maan said these words. She cleared her throat lightly, and looked at him through hooded eyes, attempting to gauge his feelings, but the huge smirk on his face gave away nothing except a sense of joy and happiness.

Maan looked at her, and caught her staring at him intently. She looked away immediately, looking straight ahead of herself. He smirked even more widely, and without letting go of her hand, came in front of her. He slowly lifted his hands, and placed the duppatta over her head delicately. Their eyes spoke volumes, as both felt waves of emotions coursing through their veins. Their special moment was interrupted, when Romeo walked up, and said, " Kya lagta hain, Maan? Its going good, haina?"

Maan nodded his head slightly, still looking at Geet. " We make a great team."

Geet could swear those words were for her, but she saw Romeo nod his head in agreement and leave them alone again.

" Uhh.. woh mujhe koi bularaha hain. I got to go'" Geet stammered, trying to free her hand, from his grip, but he didn't let go of her hand ever since he arrived on the site.

" Liar!" he said softly, looking at her with his eyebrows raised in mockery.

" What do you want?" Geet said, breathing heavily.

" Do you want to give me something?" He retorted, the smirk becoming wider every minute.

Geet felt a slight flutter in her heartbeat, as she saw the smirk rein his handsome face. Never, never had she seen Maan enjoy something so much.

" Mk, aap.." He cut her short, and said," Ha, Geet bolo."

Just then, they heard a crash, and looked ahead of them immediately. Geet chose the moment to free her hand, and by the time Maan realised, that the crash was just some worker dropping a few bags of cement, Geet had already made her way back to her car.

She quickly fumbled with her keys, trying to open the door. She made a mental note to text an excuse to Romeo and moreover, she did have an dinner invitation later that night. She had to get back home, change and'

The keys dropped on the floor with a clatter as she was whirled around suddenly, and held tightly against the door of her own car.

Maan held her hands on either side of her head, and pressed himself closer to her, to reduce her fears. She gasped out aloud, when he slowly whispered," Sshh, Geet' I won't hurt you."

She was still busy staring at him wide-eyed, when she realised that he was speaking to her. Shaking her head slightly, she came back to her senses, and the question passed through her ears, and processed itself in her brain.

" Why did you leave that day? And why havent you kept in touch since then, Geet?" His voice was low, yet authoritative, and Geet felt her insides quiver slightly, as he stared into her hazels, with those dark eyes of his, demanding an answer from her.

" Mujhe jana hain. I have a dinner.."

" Date?" He completed her sentence for her, and unconsciously, tightened his grip on her hands, pressing himself more closer to her body.

Geet stared at her, too shocked to react. Aise koi jawab maangta hain kya? Geet, push him away from you. Slap him, do something. No guy has ever held you, touched you like this. Then, why are you letting Mk do this to you? The independent female in her screamed out, but she stood there, vulnerable in front of him, as he held her body close to his own one, and looked straight into her soul through her eyes.

" No," She heard herself say," It's just an invitation, not a date."

Maan smiled at her, and held her tightly, yet again. She stared at him surprised, when he spoke in a lilting voice, " I want to see you in MY office tomorrow, on the chair beside ME. Are we clear, Geet?"

" But," She tried, but felt two fingers on her lips immediately. Maan held her hands in one large hand of his over her head, and whispered in her ears, the fingers still on her lips in a strange sort of seducing way, " Enough of site inspection, Ms. Handa. My office needs you now, and the people there also need you."

He left her as suddenly, as he had trapped her, and left, a dazed Geet standing behind. She quickly held the side of her car to balance herself, and shook her head numerous times to get the memory of what just happened out of her mind. But, alas, neither did she forget insults, neither did she forget, well, things like this.

Geet climbed into her car in a kind of trance. What the hell just happened? She had never been this close to a person of opposite sex. The man had literally pinned her down, held her hands, pressed himself close to her own body, and she had let him do it and even get away with it. Even Dev never did that to her. He had hardly held her hands. And Mk'. She refused to even think about it, and quickly started the car, driving off as fast as she could. Geet had to meet someone at dinner in a few hours. Someone who had invited her very lovingly, and she hadnt been able to put it off.

She wondered why Savitri Devi had taken such a sudden liking to her. Well, doesn't matter, she thought, she seems to be a nice lady, and maybe this dinner with her will help me forget about Mk, atleast for some time.

But not for ever, Geet thought miserably, as she reached her flat. Even her mind had admitted that she couldn't stop thinking about Maan forever.

PRECAP: Are you single? She blurted out.

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Sarzah

Good going. Did mk realized he is in love?